Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 560 - 515 Mysterious Call for Help

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"Our college has invented a machine, it's like a gigantic cosmic disc, capable of receiving some very special sounds from Otherworldly Dust. After repeated testing, we've come to a fairly accurate conclusion that something is sending out a distress signal," Sheng Rong patiently explained to Wu Hen.

They are scholars.

In plain terms, even after the technological prowess of the Da Xuan Dynasty has reached its pinnacle within the Cang Chu Divine Realm, they still have many puzzles concerning the entirety of Otherworldly Dust. They want to know how this world is constructed and how many types of lifeforms dwell within the layered realms of otherworldly dimensions.

That mysterious distress signal evidently comes from a civilization not previously described in Da Xuan's records. Friend or foe, could it be beings from a lower-dimensional life quietly perishing, or a warning issued to the entire Human Clan of the Cang Chu Divine Realm from a higher-dimensional presence...

In short, they need to find the source of the sound and unlock the mystery.

After listening to Sheng Rong's explanation, Wu Hen gained more respect for these Da Xuan people who risked their lives to venture into this forbidden land.

This world could not lack explorers; if one were to blindly chase power, striving to ascend to higher planes, then they would never understand the true laws governing the universe.

"So you're essentially a humanitarian organization from a superior nation, looking to help those lower-dimensional lifeforms that might be heading toward extinction survive?" Wu Hen asked.

"Yes, but we're not solely concerned with the Human Clan. Other species from otherworldly dimensions are also within our purview, as long as they're not those tribes whose wickedness is chilling and beyond redemption. We're actually willing to extend our help," Sheng Rong said.

Wu Hen couldn't help but laugh.

In the past, wasn't Nuwa God End exactly the kind of place that would have met their organization's criteria for assistance? Yet, during the few times when Nuwa God End almost perished, the presence of these so-called Upper-class Clan members was nowhere to be seen. The only real help he received was from Little Gusu Li, who was similarly mired in this wilderness of otherworldly dimensions at the time.

Now, we stand above these people. Whether they genuinely wish to aid the "backward nations" of Otherworldly Dust or simply want to express their own superiority and overwhelming sympathy of the Da Xuan Upper-class People, that remains unknown.

Hence, Wu Hen would rather accept them as explorative scholars. As for the notion of assistance, it's too hypocritical and meaningless. Helping one lower-dimensional civilization rise may mean that more low-dimensional lives will be trampled and abused by that civilization. The truly higher realm High-dimensional Gods, as Bai Ze suggests, should not easily reveal Divine Miracles, and non-interference is the truest form of compassion that a True God can offer...

Sadly, including the Da Xuan, there are many powerful gods within the Cang Chu Divine Realm who are still plundering the limited resources of this land, creating all sorts of cruel rules, dominating all beings, and voraciously consuming their flesh, blood, and souls.

"We were previously reluctant to delve deeper because we needed to find a type of Fire Feather Flower. It is said that carrying this special flower can protect us from the scorching heat of the Skyfire here. We brought along Yi Liang, who works part-time at our college, knowing that he used to dwell on this land, hoping he would guide us deep into the belly of Skyfire and discover what mysterious existence is crying for help," Sheng Rong said.

"That stuff seems to grow on the crowns of Volcano Trees; I can go and collect some for you," Wu Hen said.

"Be careful…" Sheng Rong subconsciously started to warn Wu Hen but then felt it was inappropriate to continue.

"Are you trying to say that the previous host of this body got Lost while picking Fire Feather Flowers, and then I took advantage during the vulnerability?" Wu Hen raised his eyebrows.

Slowly, Sheng Rong nodded.

At the moment, everyone else was organizing their equipment as they couldn't stay too long in this rocky village. The supplies they carried only permitted them to travel here for a month.

The scholars from the Huilin Constellation needed a certain spirit of adventure and sacrifice. Having established this research topic, they had to uncover the reason behind the mysterious call for help, otherwise, they would have no face to return to the grand scholars of the college.

The old master Huang Cang even made something akin to a military order, so no matter what they encountered on the way, including someone being possessed by a Plague God, they had to grit their teeth and continue onwards.

"I can gather the Fire Feather Flowers for you to alleviate the torment of the high temperatures, but you need to give me an answer," Wu Hen said to Sheng Rong.

"What answer?" Sheng Rong asked, puzzled.

"How Yi Liang got Lost," Wu Hen said earnestly.

At this point, only the two of them were talking, while the entire team totaled thirteen, including the Forbidden Guard Lu Han, now carried by a floating robot.

Wu Hen could not fully trust what these people said.

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Mysterious distress signal?

Da Xuan's humanitarian rescue?

Most likely they have a real agenda, even though they wouldn't disclose it, and the former two reasons aren't sufficient to explain their true motivation behind the adventure.

Wu Hen could also tell that Sheng Rong would not easily speak up.

He wasn't actually interested.

But Wu Hen needed to know how the original host of this body got Lost!

A fellow who returned to his homeland with an academic team to pick some Fire Feather Flowers—how did he just get lost?

Was he tortured to a nervous breakdown by someone in the team?

Or did he encounter some bizarre creature along the way that severely infected his soul?

Why does this scholarly team not pay any attention to Yi Liang's getting lost, allowing his soul to dissipate, ultimately becoming a walking corpse that I could use as a host...

In Wu Hen's eyes, this team was not as simple and pure as it seemed.

"Your worries are justified. In fact, I noticed a few days ago that Yi Liang seemed a bit absent-minded. I thought it was because he was moved by returning home, reminiscing about the kinsfolk he'd never see again, but hearing what you've just said, it's indeed strange. Even if he was bullied by Lu Han, it wouldn't have caused him to get lost," Sheng Rong thoughtfully considered the problem.

"You regard me as an Evil Ghost that suddenly emerged in this team, but in my view, there's already a big ghost among you. Perhaps it attached to you all on the day you stepped here, slowly dragging you toward the Abyss," Wu Hen said.

These words caused Sheng Rong to shiver despite the heat.

Indeed, how could they be certain that everyone's soul was incorruptible? Maybe something akin to an Evil Spirit was already following their team. Yi Liang picking Fire Feather Flowers would have isolated him, and then he got Lost.

Getting lost is more terrible than death!